The Sticks. That is my life now. We live in Olmstedville, NY which is six hours away from NYC located in the middle of Adirondack State Park (Google map it and it is completely surrounded by green and nothin’ else). State Park land is right down the street from us. There are only 120 kids in the K-12 school around the corner. There are no stores per se, only Sullivan's, which is a gas station convenience store (you pump and then pay inside), and a restaurant called the Lucky Leprechaun (we live on Irishtown Road and no I am not Irish), whose hours of business are still a mystery to me. We live in a modest ranch house with cedar siding with a wood stove in the living room and we can see mountains from the front yard. I was brought up in suburban Long Island so there is definitely a clear cut difference between Nassau County and the STICKS. Thanks for clarifying.

Sorry if my grammar was screwed up in the last comment. I worked as a proofreader for many years (in the distant past thankfully) and I just don't have the energy to do rewrites on a blog comment. The pic on artfagcity is the same one I used for my loving tribute to the Finchster. It is the only good one that comes up in a google image search.